Essays & Articles
Technology, spirituality & the synthesis of ancient wisdom
Must Thou Always
What is this deceit infested den, this virtue theiving lair,Vice’s surfeit, this liars’ convention,
Stir The Fires
How many climes wilt Thou infuse in a human day,Between bounds of dawn and dusk ever driftingLike bl
Gifted
How variedly gifted am I, with riches replete,An abundance never seizing, never diminishing,My ingen
Hail Aditi
Lo She comes and how scatter ancient gloom,Like a young radiant sun disperses dewThat infests the he
Offices
A worn-out satchel on a haggard frame,A sheaf of half-filled scribbles and quillAre all the possessi
Her I Worship
Her I worship, the battler-divine, mother of heroes,Fosterer of aryan-stock, warriors of honed will,
Hundred Hundred Cycles
Lives and loves I have shed like the mulberry in autumn,Withered becomings all snapped and floating
Yagña’s Device
A thousand fires clamour in me, each a flame torchOf will dipped in burning splendour of the spirit,
Of Her
“Who art thou sapling, a tendril feeble and trivial,What business thine in this age for the titanic?
Chariot Of Sound
An ornamented chariot of sound I did once mount,Riding upon a foam-crested waves of a storm,Billowin
Rainbow Bridge
How abrupt are all the yogas of oldInciting the mind to turn upon itselfOr reining breath to rhythmi
Soma Cup
What quandary am I now caught, in this bridging cusp,Like a chick that pierces its ensphering prison
Take This Too
How many spires I have overpassed in this long climb,How many selves have withered and fallen helple
For Thee
There it was, a tremendous pandemonium unleashed,A shower of thunders as from crash of colliding wor
Alchemy Art
A long trail of dusks was life, setting into nightsGrim and grimmer, the dark travail upon my browRi
Adventure
I grow dangerous by every passing hour,Bereft of shame and grow evermore garrulous,Faintly, faintly
O Deliverer
What hast Thou done, whence have my vagrancesDeparted? The cherished confusions all disappearedLeavi
Yagña
Many are the rites of observances I holdBy strict grammars of speech and gesture,All by the acute ey
Protagonist
What a dire enterprise this, a bottomless pursuit,A lone endeavour of archaeology of the soul,To cla
Estranged
A painstaking tower I built, layering thought upon thought,Far above the human spheres, past wanderl